Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ah, New York is no place for a country gent.
(HORNS HONKING) Get on the right side of the road, you pelican!
But I won't have anyone using bad language in front of a lady.
Oh.
Hey, you all knew, you pack of bastards.
He's a legend up here.
you're going to hear that kind of bad language.
Oh. Phew.
Uh, where?
you're nothing but a bloody croc poacher.
It's only about another hour to the river,
Your towels, Señor Mick.
Kangaroo steak or possum grits!
get the steam going. Right.
When I came back, she'd gone.
Come on, guys, put your money on me.
I got you. I got you.
SUE: Wonderful country out here.
That's not a gif GIF
Having a good time?
WALTER: Uh, comfortable, Miss?
(WHISTLING)
I don't know what you call it, but I'd like to look at that dish
No, no, no. (CHUCKLES) No, no, he's very reserved.
while I dance with this charming young lady.
They belong to it.
How does he find his way in the dark?
- (GASPS) - It's only me.
No Toilet Paper? What does this do... It's for washing your backside, right?!
He's cool.
(CLICKS)
- We're a pretty tough breed up here. - Mmm-hmm.
The towels for Señor Mick.
Looking for a good time, honey?
You... Out here alone?
Haven't you ever lived in a city?
One dunny, one bidet.
You don't really expect me to eat that?
SUE: Well, what do you think?
Must, uh...
Table for three.
Oh, my God!
(SCREAMS)
Do what he says!!
But stick close to me, you'll be all right.
Stay here.
It's okay. He's Australian.
(BUZZING)
Just around the corner.
What's up, pal? Got a blocked nose, have you?
- Welcome home. - Thanks.
heres my knife i m gay
SUE: Weren't you afraid?
SUE: Mick, give him your wallet.
MICHAEL J. CROCODILE DUNDEE
That's a good idea.
See, Nev's a real city boy, but his dad's a tribal elder.
AND YOUR CRYSTALS.
That's not a drink... Now THIS is a drink
Of course, no one more than I.
Listen, uh, you two should really be alone.
Smooth shag, eh? (CHUCKLES)
Good eating But tastes like shit
That’s a poast.
(WHISTLES)
Well, it keeps the rain off our heads.
- Ah, Roberto. - Good evening, Mr. Mason.
I'll get a cab back to the office.
It means to, uh, wander around and discover new places.
Gotta now a days
(GRUNTING)
but the funnel-web spider can kill a man in eight seconds,
Here's what's left of me boat.
How long were you gone?
(SNARLING)
No worries.
Couple months.
Good eating.
We might just have to give Ty one for free
- Bye. - Okay.
SUE: Was once...
That's not a bear box
MICK: Don't know.